05-11-2015, 10:48 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
He summons them easily enough, but the pull of his voice is irresistible. Like silk dyed black, it is both soft and painful to listen to. Setting his skin afire, Nihlus shifts from rabbit to horse, galloping towards the summoning, towards the nightmare, towards the words which sound like poetry and taste like poison.
And when he sees him, it is more terrible than when he say Eight. Father Magic dwindles in stature when compared to the dark god placed before him, the god who needs Nihlus to find her. In that moment, the young stallion knows that this is his calling. Carnage is his calling.
Stepping closer, Nihlus nearly brushes his lips against the god, wishing for the erotic taste of soul-corrupting power, but decides against it. With little distance between them, the son of Father Magic and Mother Spring breathes himself into the quest, unknowing of just what he has cursed himself into.
"I will. For you.”
And when he sees him, it is more terrible than when he say Eight. Father Magic dwindles in stature when compared to the dark god placed before him, the god who needs Nihlus to find her. In that moment, the young stallion knows that this is his calling. Carnage is his calling.
Stepping closer, Nihlus nearly brushes his lips against the god, wishing for the erotic taste of soul-corrupting power, but decides against it. With little distance between them, the son of Father Magic and Mother Spring breathes himself into the quest, unknowing of just what he has cursed himself into.
"I will. For you.”
Nihlus
rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori
